Princess Zhenjun turned around and walked back to the banquet table, and there seemed to be a furrow between her eyebrows. The grand sleeves are majestic, and the face is cold and resolute. Since some people are destined to have different paths, why force them! She has the emperor and the Xie family, doesn't she have a concubine and a mother's family?

"The flower banquet was passed down to a hundred years at the beginning of the dynasty, and the Zhen family was fortunate to be prosperous. The world's red makeup daughter, the world's ultimate softness misses my heaven, the founding of the country for a hundred years, the balance of the world, the Quartet to the court"

Ten years have passed, can she endure the glorious position of the princess of the county, can she still bear the eldest princess who has already married far away and is only temporarily returning to the imperial capital to profess her relatives? That would be too underestimating her cultivation, the daughter of the Zhen family is not born, how can the people who enter the gate of the Zhen family be ordinary people? Princess Zhenjun breathed a sigh of relief, and her face became calm.

"The flower banquet ceremony has officially begun, please ask for the flower album!" the old lady beside Princess Zhenjun sang loudly.

Flower album, as the name suggests. Corresponding to the flower banquet, it is a roster! The flower banquet flower book, also known as the boudoir incense record in the folk, is said to be a pink peach blossom-like codex, which presents the names of the women of the appropriate age who participate in the flower banquet every year, the year of birth, family history, and the name.

Seeing the main entrance of the backyard of Zhenfu, dozens of young women slowly walked along the red protocol carpet, holding long red silk in their hands, all the way. The posture is curling, the voice is pious, with a touch of reverence, and the incomparably awe-inspiring tendency.

Under Ran Ziwan's seemingly dignified sitting posture, he was already a little tired. His eyes drifted to the dark red box covered in red silk. Look carefully, it's not just one, each woman holds a stack in her hand, each stack is three feet high, look carefully at each box is made of pure natural agarwood, carved flowers, fire phoenix with pearls, delicate things, natural.

The peach blossom bronzing flower album sparkled in the arms of dozens of young women, and as the flower album was all presented in front of people's eyes, there was a low gasping sound under the banquet table, and some people even let out an exclamation unconsciously.

It is said that the flower banquet is the most luxurious and gorgeous feast in the world. I wanted to fight for a good lottery and get a good ranking on the flower banquet. If you are lucky in the future, you will not make difficulties for the glory of a lifetime, and if you find the love of your future husband, then how can you have any regrets in this life?

It's just that there is a roster of more than ten zhang in front of me, so many people, it is difficult to earn a foothold, and it is even more difficult to get an expected lottery? Many ladies unconsciously looked around, with a cold sigh in their hearts, and some people began to tremble.

It must be a matter of his own fate, and there are few people at the flower banquet who can not change their faces, among which Ran Ziwan is the first to bear it.

Because she didn't care at all, if there must be a reason to participate in the flower banquet, it was for Ran Ziwan's past. A woman full of capital

is his name, and he is full of his body.

"I have never heard that there is such a number of this boudoir incense record?" there was a very low voice of discussion below, this voice did not come from elsewhere, but Ran Zijing

"Sister Jing'er, this is the Zhenjun Palace, not the folk, naturally there is no boudoir fragrance you said, and this thing on the flower banquet should naturally be called the flower album!" Ran Ziqing is gentle, and her water-colored clothes make her look beautiful.

"Qing'er is right, on such an occasion, it is still nonsense, so as not to end up gossiping and causing others to laugh, wouldn't it be a loss of the lintel of our Duanjun Palace, if you" Ran Youshi was interrupted, her eyes were fierce, if it wasn't for the sake of currying favor with Ran Zhan, she wouldn't have taken this to the end, Ran Youshi fanned the fan, as if she was fanning out the anger, but fortunately, her daughter Ran Youshi couldn't help but be more loving when she looked at Ran Ziqing's face.

"Sister Qing'er, you said that this boudoir is not no, how can this flower album be so thick, could it be that there are so many people who have participated in the flower banquet for a hundred years?" Ran Zijing really couldn't hold back this curiosity, interrupted Ran You's words and continued to ask.

"It's not all, the flower banquet is naturally not an ordinary banquet. Naturally, the album is not an ordinary list. ”

"Isn't it, Sister Qing'er, I think this seems to be an invitation to all the flower albums of the past hundred years?"

"My sister said and laughed, hahaha The flower banquet is over, and the corresponding flower album will be reported to the queen, and finally to the emperor. Then it was stored in the Heavenly Dynasty Hongyan Pavilion, how could it appear at this year's flower banquet? Therefore, these lists here are only the list of ladies who have come to participate in the flower banquet this year!"

"How can there be so many? It's strange, obviously there are not so many people here?" Ran Zijing pouted helplessly, and seemed to be anxiously waiting to see below.

"Okay, you'll know in a moment!" Ran Ziqing smiled gracefully, and glanced at Ran Ziwan, who seemed to be expressionless, and her voice suddenly rose a little higher.

"Hmph! Wait!" Ran Zijing noticed Ran Ziqing's expression and immediately looked at Ran Ziwan. She was curious, how could she forget her nemesis, how could she allow her to drink tea so quietly!

It's just that this light hum, and the words are very unhappy, and when he saw that the two people around him didn't react, he lowered his head and continued to chat with Ran Ziwan, ignoring it.

Ran Ziqing inadvertently turned her original sideways body, and her eyes swept over Ran Ziwan's seat attentively, and she was a little surprised to find that Ran Ziwan, who had always been arrogant and domineering, unlearned, and tyrannical, sat quietly like that, as noble as a virgin, and calm.

"Sister Ziwan, are you also a little unfamiliar like Jing'er? If you don't understand, your sister can tell your sister, it must be all these years, you have never left the house, you have never seen such a battle, and it is inevitable that you will be a little uncomfortable for a while" Ran Ziqing took out the posture of the eldest sister, and asked in a low voice.

For so many years, all kinds of banquets among the ladies of the famous boudoir in the imperial capital have been attended by themselves to Ran Zijing, and as usual, she has never seen much of the world. In fact, the reason why I had a little more patience with Ran Zijing's questioning before and tried my best to explain that those words were actually said to Ran Ziwan in front of the seat. It's just that she was a little disappointed that compared to Ran Zijing's ignorance, Ran Ziwan was too self-controlled, as if everything was under control and didn't need to be said by others. At this time, Ran Ziwan was so calm that he had to let himself look a little sideways.

Is this to say that he doesn't understand boudoir etiquette? Ran Ziwan took a sip of tea, and the tea prepared for the flower banquet was much better than the "spring tide" outside the atrium.

"Banxia, this is the cloud piece you said!" Ran Ziwan ignored the voice behind him, looked at the puffing night Banxia beside him very casually, and whispered.